HYMN XII

A charm against venomous serpents

1I, As the Sun goes round the heaven, have travelled round the Serpents' race. I ward thy poison off, as Night parts all else living from the Sun.2With this, discovered in the days of old by Brāhmans, Rishis, Gods, With this I ward thy poison off, thou Biter! formed and form- ing now.3With mead I mingle flowing streams: the hills and mountains shall be mead. Parushni and Sipālā mead. May it be well with mouth and heart.